Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thompson Twins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.